fandomhigh | Library; Wednesday [ 12/12 ]

Adah must be feeling strangely considerate, or extremely obsessive, as she works toward stacking the books up in overly detailed fashions that should make it insanely easy for whoever worked tomorrow (who even worked tomorrow? Adah should find out, so she could find out if they even noticed her consideration...or obsessiveness) to put them away. Or perhaps to make it easier for her later if she got bored.

Overly bored, anyway.

The only problem with overly bored was that, with Adah, it certainly came with laziness, but that was okay, because it was significantly harder for her to move around than other people. Thankfully, someone seemed to have left a big book'o'Shakespeare (Era Epse Kahs) on the desk, so Adah's brushing up.

Adah thought she had the brilliant idea of making paper cut-outs and reenacting some of her favorite plays with unsatisfactory endings with mute little dolls, but then came to the realization that, wait. She was terrible at making paper cut-outs. It wasn't easy to manage scissors and paper at the same time when you were half crippled, and it was a really good thing she skipped that grade back in the day.

So, instead, she's just drawing them in her notebook. And, yes, you're right. That character didn't stab that other character in the end of that play, but you know what? Adah thinks she should have. So now she is. Huzzah!

River quietly slipped into the library, and was drawn towards the desk by Adah's thoughts. She couldn't help it, the image of the stabbing that appeared in her mind made her smile.

[Yay SP!]

They appeared on both mind and paper, Adah finishing off a dramatic portrature of her heroine standing amid the sketchy lumps of the dead, with a small label at the bottom: Body Count: 131. No, there were probably not even that many guests at the wedding of the scene, but that was why Adah was the artist in this situation, not the poet. As much as she disliked the ending, she was not going to ever presume she could have written any better. The poetry was hard, and the damned bard, for however contrite and refried he was, damn good at his craft.

And, no, she hadn't noticed River yet; multitasking, like poetry, was hard, and her concentration was being poured into her work.

"Possible," River concluded. "Shock and indecision would have made them act unwisely. She would have had to be fast though. Roughly five litres of blood per body, but not all of it might have made it on to the floor. Still, the carpets would be soaked." She spoke mostly to herself, her head tilted, then gave Adah a warm smile.

Adah lifted her eyes frown her notebook with a frown. Most of it was because she hadn't noticed River; rare was the event when she didn't notice something, but she supposed she was distracted enough that she could forgive herself that slight trespass. The rest of it was for what River said, from a technical standpoint. At first, Adah wasn't even sure what she was talking about; she still had difficulties with listening, but, eventually, she was able to piece it and sort it and understand it. Possible, yes, she supposed, if there had been that many people, which was unlikely. That, and they didn't have carpets. Maybe a rug, but probably not.

"Like the idea of carpets," River persisted, even if she too suspected it was unlikely. On the other hand so was the number of guests and the death toll. She made a noise simulating the sound of walking on a blood-soaked carpet. Then with a sudden movement - perhaps too sudden for Adah, as usual - she grapped two pens lying on the desk and began to work out the movements and the stabs necessary, imagining the guests around her. She knew well where to strike.

Adah's nose wrinkled at the imitated sound of footsteps on blood-soaked carpet, but she was grinning lightly; she really wondered if it was accurate. She wouldn't know, but she seemed inclined toward the opinion that it wouldn't be able to make that sound for long, before it all started to dry (Out, damn spot! Tops 'n mad tou!). Her mind was drifting idly toward whether that handy club soda solution would work for blood and how many Ladies Home Journal wives had to distress about massive amounts of blood on their carpets when River moved, and it caused a physical jump, more a jerk in Adah, and she blinked, her head very roughly attempting to make the shift in focus, but she settled again once she realized it was just River, in her mind, dancing again.

It's the Twelfth hour on the Twelfth day of the Twelfth month. Of course Adah is forsaking her tuna on rye for Twelfth Night ~~or meta thereof~~.

Awww. There seems to be an sad unbalance of twelves now. So Adah has left the desk and is limping around putting exactly twelve books back to make up for it.

Yes, it takes her the whole period to do this. Shut up. Walking is hard.

Evie needed to study for her Feminism Final, and make sure she remembered everything important on Bea Arthur. Mr. Deadpool was just so likely to include things like her favorite food on the last exam.

She stopped next to the library desk with an armful of books, waving madly. "Hullo! How are you feeling today? I haven't seen you in quite a bit. And lord, are you as worried about Finals as I am?"

Adah blinked at the E Ive, like she always did. It had been a while, after all, and it was always a little bit of a...jolt...to be reexposed to the babble that was. And, considering that Adah had spent a little over a week in a coma and then spent the following weeks completely unable to understand language, she'd pegged herself as already failed and wasn't worried because she didn't care as much as she should. She knew she was already accepted into Emory, so even that didn't matter.

A small thought hit her, and she paused, ruminating on it a moment before pulling out a notebook and finally writing down, "I've received a letter from my mother recently."

She hadn't.

"She says she's been feeling terrible."

Which had Evie gaping, and dropping about three books to the floor before leaning forward in mingled horror and, strangely, fascination. "Really? Seriously? Is she, do you think, does she know, isn't it too soon, possibly... oh good heavens." Evie put her head in her hands. "What on earth should I write to Jonathan?!"

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That, indeed, was a reaction to satisfy Adah and then some.

"I wouldn't jump to any conclusions, of course," she wrote, with a look in her eyes to convey her reasoning, consoling 'tone.' "It could just be something she ate. I mean, she says she hasn't felt this way since..."

Adah's eyes went wide as she stopped writing and actually managed to get color to drain from her face, her mouth forming a little 'o,' as if pre-empting an unspoken oh my...

Evie actually put her head down on the library counter to get her breath back at that, hands over her head. "I'm too young to be an aunt! I don't want to break this to my parents! My mother doesn't want to be a grandmother yet, she's said it a hundred times! And oh lord--" She looked up, horror overshadowing some of the intrigue, "--Your mother might be my mother's age! What are we going to do?"

Adah tilted her head thoughtfully before writing out her response.

"Start planning a baby shower?"

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Back to the desk for the final period, of course, and Adah tried to find the least boring, least embarrassing and possibly what would make her look the most intelligent thing to read.

Oh, well. She supposes this book on metaphysical time continuum theory will just have to do.

After missing his usual visit last week, Lee's sure not to miss it this week. He's already smiling when he pushed open the door and waving as he headed over to the desk.

And this was Adah, very naturally straightening her shoulders as though to put on airs, elongating her neck as though to hold her nose up despite the fact that she kept her nose in her book. For a little while, anyway, her expression hinting at her intentional ignoring facade, until the Eel had slithered up to the desk, and she lifted her eyes, peering through her hair, head tilting in a very yes? Can I help you? fashion.

Whih she hoped he reacted to quickly, otherwise she wouldn't be able to hold herself back from laughing.

Lee wasn't always the fastest on the uptake but he was having a good day so his response time was quicker than normal.

"I'm looking for something," he said, adopting an air of confusion. "Think you could help me find it?"

Briefly, Adah had to bite down on her lower lip, a terrible grin starting to pull on the corner of her mouth, but she coughed, just a little, to get a hold of herself before carefully, painstakingly, closing her book. She gave it a small, important shove forward, out of the way, to fold her arms...well, arm...in front of her and she looked up at the Eel with her best look of snooty librarian impatience.

Lee raised his eyebrows at that look, amusement in his eyes but keeping the rest of his features schooled.

"I need...something smart," he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Something...captivating. Something that makes the days better."

Hmmm. Mouth pursing a bit thoughtfully, Adah tilted her head, her eyes drifting off to the side toward some invisible ledger that might have the answer. What could they possibly have that might fit that description?

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